Lots Of Us

Are we a great many, or just a lot?

LOTS OF US


Their secrets be upon you be upon lots
Some new kind of thinking from inside the box
Outside being meanwhile the lives which are lost
And none be their sutures to cover that cost
Stung by old songs of the ever going wrong
In that all such ways are so wrong for too long
Armed as to the teeth with intensities weak
Follow to the floor at the powerful feet
In a smile be the words say oh yes, okay
Oh should there not be some other better way.
Attainable not attained the heights too steep
Wax ever onward like sunken treasures deep
Hidden by eyes who have totaled all the sum
Longing in our years fears beyond us have come
Step from the closet the closing of your mind
To look to your shelf and ingredients find
The top of the hour is the will to survive
The world from the bottom again be alive